To- The family of Michael W. Cox

Michael W. COX----

We often find ourselves crying over spilt milk.....
 We often find our minds replaying that one football game where YOU missed the final catch (should have been a TD... Could have went to state......) ...or you find your mind also wondering around the "could haves-should haves, would haves ect....
AND even OUT of the LITTLE things; RARELY do we sit back and truly appreciate  all those "little things" or do we even  stop and hug the ones who make our hearts smile.... rarely.... and when we do, we often do it out of "spite" ------- an emotionlesss "I love you" or a "half a$s hug-- "...
We often forget to smile back at the tiny face looking up at us..... we often let the the chance to say, " I love you!"  slip away as if it were a foreign language...... ..... nor,  do we ever truly get the chance to say GOODBYE... to say say SEE YA LATER.

Saturday, May 16, 2015 came like any other day.... the weekend was here... except one thing === Highschool GRADUATION!
As families, friends.. distant relatives, neighbors, & even strangers--gathered in the High school gymnasium at Pleasanton High to witness their loved one finally graduate into the real world......... there was also, at the same exact time....  a family  questioning God, .. begging &  crying to him, "NOO, please...."... it all happened in a blink of an eye. 


Hours before 2pm (graduation), tragedy struck this one particular family from this small little town, located 60 miles south of KC///20 Miles North of Ft. SCOTT, KS..., right off 69 Hwy, tragedy struck and by any means,  it was not minor; the magnitude of this tragic event
was HUGE. . It was fatal. ...possibly the most devastating news EVER.. &.. it Could very well be the worst in this little towns history...and if it wasnt the worst, it surely was the most tragic in all the recent years that I have been around... 


You see -- Saturday was supposed to be a  day of Celebration. .. a day of new beginnings. ... MY 2nd born baby brother, Joshua David Ralle...had officially graduated from HighSchool-; holy cow!! Words cannot describe my emotions or what was going through my mind... but lord knows I was soooo damn PROUD-- granted my 1st born brother was not able to attend, big sis was over the moon happy-- for Josh had climbed the tallest mountains, swam across the deepest sea, and most importantly, he hadnt given up... he proved A LOT OF PEOPLE wrong and guess what? HA! Atta BOY! Just because my brother had  a few  bumps in the road when he was younger DOES NOT mean anything... for HE IS one smart stud muffin.. and the look on some faces as he walked that stage... made this older sister smile soooo big... MY BROTHER DID IT!!!!  . ..ahhh..... after graduation was over, we all headed back to my dad's house to celebrate Josh's big Day..

Once we got there, my mom stopped me from going in side, "there has been an accident and Michael didnt make it.." ... Michael? -- " Yes, daddy just got a text from patti but don't say anything just yet... we are waiting for Wes to call.."
My heart instantly broke..& . the tears flooded my face.... how? Why? Where? What happened? Momma hugged me and procedeed to tell me, "shh" ......
--- how can such a beautiful soul be taken soo soon?? How can a day of celebration be a day of such sadness and heartache?? I didn't understand. .... . about an hour later , my dad finally broke the news to the adults (family members) that had been in the back yard-- not much going on there....silence was casted out. Several minutes later, my folks went inside (because even though its beautiful outside,&we have a legit kickbutt area to chill at in the back yard..large area rugs, the living room furniture was even out there hah.. anyways, mom and dad gathered all the kids, even a few graduates that had showed up to his party.. had broke the news... ugh, why does this have to be incrediably sad???, As I see the tears coming down both Josh and Jeb's faces.. I soo badly want to hold onto them and never let them go.. damn, I wish bub was here...
jebediah didn't only lose his bestfriend, he lost his brother. ... josh... and bub. .... soo badly.. hold all 3. and hold onto my little girl... ohh soooo tight... 

.A little bit after, dad  finally got a hold of bub ..  & as you all know, BUB is my 1st born baby brother currently in South Korea.. United States Airforce..  as I finally heard his voice say, "sis.." I instantly broke down... Dakota is on the other side of the world and knowing that we can not hold him as he grieves, hurts soo much more.... he is 14 hours (time) a head of us... so it was early for him when he called. .. we talked about Curly.. We cried a little, chuckled a little.. discussed only a little...

After we got of the phone, I hugged my dad... damnit.... he lost a son that day too. ..

You see, the COX family is our family... and OUR family is their family. Since day one, it's always been "wes, patti and the kids" ... literally. .. since the day my daddy came into my life, so did they and it's been that way for over 20 yrs... My younger brothers and I grew up 2 houses up (literally UP) the hill/road from them.... We could see their house from ours as they could see ours from theirs.....

My heart cannot handle this..... and the fact that he was just a baby..... no..

Wes, Patti, & Heath, Zack, Chelsea, Malcom, and my Little Cutie, Jaden... I love you all... you guys are family... i know I might not have been around much(as I grew older) but that doesn't change the love I have for you guys! Your family is my family as mine is yours... Momma Patti, I love and cherish you soo much. You are beyond the strongest and I admire your strength and compassion you have towards not only yourself or your children. ... but for those who do not share the same name nor blood. I can't even begin to describe how sorry I am nor the heartache I feel inside... but know I am forever here.... and I will be by yourside....
Wes, you have much to be proud... you raised fine young men... Especially when i5 came to Curly. .. you are strong but know that you will break and yo7 will cry, scream.. we are here and we will never leave yourside .... you and patti mean the absolute to me.. to my family... my daddy ... my brothers. ... the community. ..

People, please... do not let time pass by without telling your loved one(s) what you truly think/ feel... life can change and be taken from us in a blink of an eye.... accidents h

----CURLY --- Michael Cox -- was years young when his life was tragically taken that Saturday.... He would have been an 8th grader at pleasanton jr. High this coming fall school year.

Michael was on an END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR-kick off to SUMMER-- innocent, harmless- Canoe trip! When shortly after they took off down the river(Elk) the worst that could happen, indeed happened.

His canoe was capsized by the fast current.&&.as he went over and under with the canoe, he  somehow ended up getting  pinned .......30 minute.. 

I cannot imagine nor would I ever wish anyone too... I pray that Michael was spared the suffering and that God took him instantly... I pray for those who were there... to those who tried sooo badly to get him but couldnt..

Curly was an ornery little guy, OMG yes he was... During Easter Weekend (saturday)down  at my dads house and him and his 2 younger brothers were over there also coloring Easter eggs and the things that were coming out of that boy's mouth had my jaw dropped to the dirt haha... but it definitely made  me giggle... hell, he was the life of the party.... there was never a dull moment when Curly was around! he always made you smile regardless... he always had a smile on his face REGARDLESS... <3 .. I have many other memories with him... and I will share them as time goes on... but as of now, that memory on Easter seemed to make me chuckle.. for I had never heard such "manly things"coming from a yyoung bucks mouth haha..

he was truly unique and not afraid to say what was on his mind.. nor what the deal was and how things must go!

--- you will definitely be missed little man .. I hope you know... may you go rest high... may you ride a shooting star... may you finally know all the answers to your but I will continue to hold strong... my love & light goes to all!

I apologize if my post is scattered with a million errors.. but then again, my only true apology, is to his family... his to HIM. for he never got to experience the things that YOU AND I take for granted every single DAY!!! he was a CHILD.. a BABY... whom will be missed more than one could even know...

Rest In Paradise, Sweet Curly...


Please, everyone. ... ... I am asking for help. I am not asking much, but this family, my 2nd family. ...they NEED us.... whether you donate 10$ ... 10 cents.... or 10 Roses.... you are helping in such a way that will greatly be appreciated! Food, a lending hand, pictures, memories, funeral expenses --- ANYTHING!

Michael W. COX, is survived in his death by Wes and Patricia Cox (Parents) , 5 siblings, Heath, Zack, Chelsea, Malcom and Jaden... Grandparents, Bill and Myrt Cox .... Pleasanton, Ks.  Bilckson of pleasanon, Joyce

no one should ever have to bury their baby..... no one. never...never ever....

Harper Kenna-Lei, Mommy loves you soooo much...

Pray for them.... 
-- Wes and Patti.. this is for you guys.....